4.6.06

when the only reason i got out of bed on saturday was because i had to go to another party i should've known it would end up being one of those weekends. the kind where you spend the majority of it in a drunken haze, possibly (read: probably) embarassing yourself and those close to you in a variety of public places. at one point i gave a b-list celebrity a high five after asking him if he smoked weed (although it is important to note that i wasn't offering him any nor was i asking for some). i'm not entirely sure, but i think that at one point i poured beer on a friend and yelled "let's get this shit started!" and i think they poured beer right back on me while scowling.

irrrrregardless, i quit smoking, so i think i'm allowed some leeway for a while.

At one point Saturday night you jumped on me and refused to let go. You were attached to the front of me with your legs locked together behind my back like one of those baby slings. I had to carry you around while I introduced myself to all the people with you who I didn't know.